The Teacher

2: SKYLAR

I never met Wren Dunningham, but she is someone the girls talk about constantly at home. The fun, pretty teacher. I don't think I would use the word pretty to describe her. Wren looks like walking sex. Wren's black hair sits atop her head in a messy bun. Her brown eyes are captivating, and I can get lost in them, I'm sure of it. Wren is thick and curvy. Just how I love it. However, I don't care how tempting she looks; I don't like to be threatened, and that's what she did.

My daughters have never come home with a note stating they have behavioral issues in school. So, what the hell could this impromptu meeting be about? I clear my throat, raising an eyebrow at her. She seems to be lost in thought.

I don't have time for this shit.

"If you have nothing to say, we can reschedule this for another time."

"Oh, no." She looks around me at my daughters and lowers her voice. "Today, Bella didn't want to play with another student because that student's mother wants to play house with you."

What?

"So, I think whatever you and Ms. Todd have going on. Please try to keep the children out of it." Her lips are in a tight line as she looks back at me. "Children shouldn't be in adults' business and—"

"And mine isn't. Also, Ms. Dunningham, I have no clue what you are talking about. I don't think I've ever encountered a woman named Ms. Todd. Are you sure?"

Women throw themselves at me all the time, but never in front of my daughters, and I would never allow that to him, either. My daughters are my pride and joy. A few weeks before their second birthday, their mother walked out of our lives. She said she needed to see the world and felt like she was going crazy being cooped up in this house. Saying she wasn't ready to be a mother.

Her sudden realization came as a shock to me and our families. I tried everything to make her stay. I went through hell and back for her. Even hired two additional nannies to help with the girls. Give her my black card. I did all I could in my power to keep Summer. No matter what I did, it wasn't enough, and she left.

I don't bring any woman around my daughters because I will never let them know what it feels like to be abandoned. I hate that their mother chose her happiness over theirs, but I'm grateful she did it while they were too young to remember it.

I had to decide whether to tell the truth about their mother's disappearance or lie. However, Summer's parents took it upon themselves to make that decision for me a year ago. Letting the girls know their mother was away for work and would eventually return.

I had to answer so many questions when they came back from their grandparents—feeding into the lies that were fed to them. But I did hand Greg and Callie their asses on a platinum platter. Now, I'm more protective of my children and those who come around them, even Summer's family.

"Positive. Gabby, Bella, please come here." Wren calls out, and the girls obey. Hmmm, they listen after being asked something once. Something all the nannies have a hard time achieving at times. "Girls, can you tell your daddy who Grace's mommy is?"

Fuck, the way she says daddy makes the blood rush straight to my dick.

"I thought children aren't supposed to be in adults' business." I look at Wren, and her mouth opens and closes repeatedly. The things I can do to that mouth of hers.

"Grace's mommy is the lady who wears a lot of pink. Like Barbie." Bella pouts.

Ahhh, I know exactly who she is referring to. Tiffanie Todd, our neighbor, is a few houses down. Big tits, no ass. I said hello to be nice, but nothing ever went further than that. She isn't my kind of woman. She's more plastic than anything.

"She came to our house last week with cookies. Aimee let her in the house, and she mentioned she will be our mommy soon." Gabby adds.

Now, why am I just hearing about this? Aimee knows better than to let anyone in my home without my permission.

"That will never happen." I squat down. "You two are the only little ladies I need—"

"Will we ever get a mommy?" Gabby asks, and I close my eyes. I was not expecting this conversation to go left, especially not in front of their teacher.

"A mommy like Ms. D." Bella points, and I hear Wren cough, or it could be choking. I stand up, and it seems like a cross between the two.

"Sorry." She pats her chest. "This meeting is over, and I have to go. So, girls, you enjoy your three-day weekend, and I will see you on Tuesday." She smiles. "And what will we do on Tuesday?"

"Play with Grace." They say in unison.

"Correct." Her brown eyes lock with mine. "Mr. Styrke, thank you for coming today, and I do hope you have a chat with the girls about playing nice with others."

"Is that the end of the meeting?" I ask. "Frankly, this could have been an email."

I had a very important meeting. I canceled to be here, and this was it. A potential twenty-million-dollar contract is now gone for a fifteen-minute meeting that has done nothing.

"Excuse me?"

"This meeting, I wouldn't call it that. You could have emailed or written a letter and sent it home with the girls. I wish—" My phone rings, and Roxie's name flashes across the screen.

"Roxie?"

"Mr. Styrke, Mr. Bennett has agreed to push the meeting back until four. Should I tell him we accept?"

"Yes. I'll be there shortly." I ended the call. I look down at my daughters. Shit. I can't bring them to the lounge and gave the nannies the night off. Calling them back in wouldn't be right. "Girls, I have another meeting to attend in a few. I will take you to the office, and Roxie will watch you." I say, heading towards the classroom door.

"Can we go home to Aimee? Or Linda...maybe Claudia?" Gabby asks.

"Sorry, Gabs, I gave them the night off. I will only be gone for a couple of hours. You girls stayed with Roxie before. Come on."

I exit, and the girls groan.

I hear them say bye to Wren, and their little footsteps follow. I need to seal this deal with Mr. Bennett. Having my new software in their stores is only the beginning. Later this year, I had a meeting with Apple.

I will make sure my daughters will never have to want anything. I will make sure that they know everything I'm doing is for them. I can't bring their mother back, but I will do everything I can once again to ensure they never feel unwanted or unloved.

I hoist the girls up, buckling in the G-Wagon, when I hear my name being called. Closing the door, I see Wren rushing out with her bag.

"Yes? Did the girls forget something?"

"No. I can watch the girls. I'm sure they would prefer me over Rosie."

"Roxie. My secretary's name is Roxie, and no, thank you, Ms. Dunningham. You enjoy your weekend, and the girls will see you on Tuesday."

"Oh, okay." She takes a step back and waves at the jeep. "See you girls Tuesday."

Without another word, I walk around the jeep and slide into the driver's seat. I look once more at Wren, and my dick jumps. Her ass is jiggling as she walks away. I can't touch Wren Dunningham. I'm sure if I do, once won't be enough. Also, Gabs and Bells seem to like her, and if I fuck Wren and we end on bad terms, I don't want her to treat them any differently. Let's not forget Wren seems way too young for me. She probably is in her early twenties, while I'm thirty-nine.

"After my meeting, I promise to take you two wherever you want." I look in the rearview mirror, and those two don't look happy. "Girls?"

"Okay." They say in unison once more, but I can hear the underlying sadness in their voice. Maybe I should start looking for a mommy figure for them. I'm sure it would thrill them to hear that, but I need to find the right one for them and me. I want a woman with a heart of gold and motherly instincts who can also cum on my dick when I tell her to.